The Hunt

So I started job hunting today. I feel like I got a pretty good amount done. I am looking to waitress or buss or be a hostess somewhere so I tried to hit some good restaurants around town. I went to Olive Garden, Applebees, Chilis, California Pizza Kitchen, The Outback, and Wingers... Tomorrow I'm going to PF Changs cause you have to apply between certain times and then you meet with a manager right after you are done with your application.

So that is the story of my life right now. Tomorrow will be another day of hunting and turning in apps. Wednesday I am going to be at UVSC most of the day. I am going with Will that morning to a registration something or other and then I need to pay my fees and look for books and kinda get an idea of where all my classes are. I am excited cause me and Will are going to be in the same business class. And maybe the same institute class too! YAY!! So at least I will know one person!! And I am praying that I have hot guys in my classes!! Not like I will date them but at least I'll have someone hot to look at!! hehehe

Well I guess that is really it for now. Not really an exciting life. I probably won't do Aida at all... but I guess we'll see. Haha it was funny cause on my application to the Outback it asked if I had any scheduling conflicts that they should know about. Well I put down school and I was trying to think if I had any others... then I realized that my football tickets were conflicts... so I wrote that down as one. Hahaha maybe not the smartest thing to do but hey it is definitely a conflict. If they can't give me a couple days off so I can go watch a game, I don't want to work there anyways!!

It is so wierd to me that now I have to be grown up... I mean I am looking for a job and I'm starting college... I mean I feel so old. I remember being a kid and looking at those people and thinking that they are so stinkin old. I thought that they were so cool and I would have given anything to be one of those people... now I would give anything to go back and be that kid again. I mean it is so much easier being a kid. You don't have to worry about money. You think that if you have a dollar in pennies you are rich. You don't worry about friends, just whose house you are going to play at. You don't worry what people think of you cause it doesn't occur to you that people might not like you. You don't worry about your looks, I mean your a kid, who cares. Your out playing in the dirt. You don't even have to take a bath everyday.

Everything is given to you. Your food is made for you (ok well technically in my case that never really happened), your clothes are bought for you (sometimes even picked out for you), your laundry is done for you, and all your friend's birthday presents are bought by your mom. Heck even your family's Christmas and Birthday presents can be made or bought at All A Dollar (oh sorry the Dollar Tree) cause no one expects anything more from you. Heck making the present is even better, a magic marker card is considered the best present ever and so cute. You are allowed to do things differently cause it is creative. You can run around naked in the house (ok so I still kinda do that but back then everyone sees it as ok...), you can have food all over your face, it is considered cute. Heck even as a child I was photogenic... ah the days...

You can play with an imaginary friend and it is not wierd. You can play Barbies or with you baby dolls and it is cute (now people would think you are a loser or insane). You can run around in the backyard playing indians. You can ride your bike around in the driveway, or learn to rollerblade without feeling like a total dork. Heck it is even ok to climb your back fence and go through your neighbor's yard to get to your friend's house. I miss the days when I would climb trees and just sit up on the branches. Or when I would make up a new club everyday (they always were the same thing and had the same people).

I miss having the ice cream man ( one that isn't mexican, perverted, or a grumpy old man) drive past my house on hot summer days. I miss sitting out in the front yard, trying to sell lemonade for .10 cents a cup. And the nice guy that would always come by and buy one, after telling me what a bargain my lemonade was. I miss drawing on the driveway with chalk... or playing basketball and hitting the garage door with the ball... or having the ball bounce retardedly off of one of the random rocks in the driveway. I kinda even miss mowing the lawn at my old house... and getting paid 10 bucks to do it.

I miss swinging in the backyard, playing in our castle playhouse, or running through the sprinklers. I miss building forts out of snow and having snowball fights across the driveway. I miss hiding from my parents behind the garage so I didn't have to do dishes or even come in for dinner... I miss playing in the sand, or tanning on the deck (yes I layed out when I was like 5, with Baby Oil... I got burnt SO bad!!) I miss curling up on our old couch in front of the fireplace, with hot chocolate and a book, when it was snowing outside. I miss hiding out in the front bushes with an autographed picture of President Clinton (before he became a perv). I miss recess!!! Running around the school chasing boys (never being chased, always chasing) and getting sent to the principal's office on a regular basis.

Those were definetly the days. It is so sad that you are always looking forward to growing up. You never appreciate your childhood... even though people are warning you daily to cherish it. And then before you know it, it is gone... you can never get it back... you will never believe in Santa again. or have a real birthday party. You don't enjoy easter egg hunts... you don't buy the box Valentines to hand out to your classmates... It is so sad. You get old and then you feel like you aren't allowed to do childish things anymore. That you are too cool or too important to play a game of Candyland, or to watch a Disney movie. You are too cool to play a game or kickball or tag. You don't swim anymore, you jjust lay out by the pool. Things don't amaze you anymore. Like fish and how they swim, or how a car works. You don't have time to sit and watch your dad in his shop. You don't have time to read a book, play hotel or city with your sisters, or go jump in a pile of leaves.

Ugh growing up sucks. And then once you do grow up... even if you are still childish or want to do these things, you never have anyone to do them with. Unless it is a five year old...